"I didn't expect those bastards to look up to me." Garcia whistled as he eyed the ignited flames in the distance with a smirk while squatting by the incomparably crude wall. The sea of flames gave him an illusion of tens of thousands of soldiers surrounding them. Although there seemed to be about a thousand soldiers in the Cloud Summit Fortress, their active manpower without considering the wounded soldiers was in fact much fewer. According to the outpost reports, there were at least 3000 soldiers encircling the Fortress right now.
The soldiers who stood behind their slipshod Commander couldn't admire this rare night view as casually as him. In the brightly-lit Fortress, soldiers were moving supplies, laying slabs, blocking up gates, and repairing damaged walls to toughen it as much as possible.
Although they were very clear that it might not be effective, it was better than not doing anything.
But how long could they hang on for?
No one knew the answer.
